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today's narrator, the Ghost, This is a true story ladies and gentlemenYou might not believe it thoughBut fuck it, that's why I'm the GhostI'm about to open upListen, one day I fell asleep and my knife woke me upHe saidYour gun is in the closet flippin'Talkin' bout I get the most action he about to soak me upSo I went to the closet said "Hammer what's wrong with you?"You ain't busting me off, it's like I don't belong to youI said I just beat a case daddyAnd I'm trying to take it easy cause I gotta move this weight daddyThen the hammer saidMan listen, used the knife twice in a rowTell me if the plan switchin'Cause we used to get around togetherWe used to put niggas down together, tell me if it's now or neverI said hammer take it easy babyLetras de canciones'Cause I got niggas to kill and I would never do you greasy babyAnd all you gotta do is chill a whileAnd then the hammer said "cool" cause you know that I feel you Styles[Chorus:]I got a story to tell, my knife talk to meBut nobody believe that my knife talk to meI got a story to tell, my hammer talk to meBut nobody believe that my hammer talk to meI got a story to tell, my haze talk to meBut nobody believe that my haze talk to meI got a story to tell, my money talk to meBut nobody believe that my money talk to meMy knife said to meI hawk niggas down, bust arteriesAnd he get bright red for meKnife you my nigga but leave me aloneI got to talk to my man Haze to get in the zoneI said "Haze what the hell is up?"He saidYou know how we do, you know that we crewSo where's the vanilla dutchRolling something up, Thinking about killing every rapper in the gameAnd holding something upMy haze said to meYou need to calm down when the rage come to you'Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to youBut you don't give a fuck So just open up your book and let your page come to youEven though I'm humble and nobleI don't give a fuckYou ain't tryin' to hear me I'ma shoot through your mobileIt's funny, I'll stalk youHold up my niggas, it ain't a convo 'less your money start talking[Chorus]My money spoke to meIt said shit that if it wasn't for his ass there wouldn't be no hope for meMoney ain't everything, and then he laughed at meAnd said the hammer oughta blast at meHe said I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and bailTake a look at the cars and the cribI keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouthEven paid for the birds when you moved niggas southShit, I'm the reason why the block jumpingLet a nigga try to stop something, D-Block'll pop somethingAnd I'm the reason why you ride or dieKeep a lot of me by your side, shoot niggas in the eyeI said money you the root of evilHow they print "In God We Trust" knowing what you do to peopleBut I'm a hard felonSo I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody cause I heard my car yelling[Chorus] From Letras Mania